Lamees is dead.
Yahiya was covered in her blood as he walked into the hospital.
He shook his head and started crying when I asked him where the blood was coming from.
I took him into my embrace and waited in complete horror until he could talk.
Lamees is dead, he said.
A simple sentence, made of three words. A noun, a verb and an adjective. But never have I struggled to understand anything.
Lamees is dead. Lamees is dead. Lamees is dead. Lamees is dead.
No matter how many times I say it, I can't wrap my head around it.
I cant fathom never playing with her hair again, or hearing her laugh. Never getting suffocated by her hugs, or seeing her blush when I tease her.
I want to hurt someone. I want to die. I want to scream. I want to run as fast and as far away from this place as possible. I want to stop feeling.
I want my best friend back.
But Lamees is gone, she fell off the face of the earth and she is never coming back.
I think I cry, or at least I want to, but my brain hurts too much to do this simple function.
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